His gear systems audibly freeze up and falter once the weapon enters his line of sight. The moment is thankfully short-lived in its tension, as the woman loses her grip on the object mere seconds after picking it up, but Oscar's hands remain slightly raised in front of him all the same. He slowly lowers them again when it becomes obvious that Miss Safronov seems to have lost interest in the gun and is now attempting to pick herself up from the floor.

He advances, tentative in his movements at first, before crouching down to her level, alert to the weapon in close proximity. Resting his weight on his knee, he searches the small bag of supplies he brought with him as fast as he can and withdraws two pills for her consumption, both consisting of what he understands to be a type of low- to medium-strength medication intended for the temporary relief of pain in humans. After silently offering them to her in the palm of his open hand, he digs through the bag once more for a bottle of water to go with them.

His gaze doesn't stray from her face as he waits for her to ingest the medicine, prepared to lend a hand or arm to her as support if need be.